There was only one place of which he knew that he might find even
temporary sanctuary and that was the Forbidden Garden of the king.
There was thick shrubbery in which a man might hide, and water
and fruits. A cunning jungle creature, if he could reach the spot
unsuspected, might remain concealed there for a considerable time,
but how he was to traverse the distance between the temple grounds
and the garden unseen was a question the seriousness of which he
fully appreciated.
"Mighty is Tarzan," he soliloquized, "in his native jungle, but in
the cities of man he is little better than they."
Depending upon his keen observation and sense of location he felt
safe in assuming that he could reach the palace grounds by means
of the subterranean corridors and chambers of the temple through
which he had been conducted the day before, nor any slightest
detail of which had escaped his keen eyes. That would be better, he
reasoned, than crossing the open grounds above where his pursuers
would naturally immediately follow him from the temple and quickly
discover him.
And so a dozen paces from the temple wall he disappeared from sight
of any chance observer above, down one of the stone stairways that
led to the apartments beneath. The way that he had been conducted
the previous day had followed the windings and turnings of numerous
corridors and apartments, but Tarzan, sure of himself in such
matters, retraced the route accurately without hesitation.
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